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"Then I'll kill everyone."

"Those who obey me will prosper, those who go against me will perish."

Feng Wuhen replied coldly, a fierce killing intent had emanated from his body, permeating the night.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Chu Xiong was stunned for a moment, his face turned pale instantly.

He knew that he was doomed to escape this disaster today.

"Your Majesty!"

Immediately afterwards, Feng Wuhen looked at Huang Rong coldly again, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

As soon as the words fell, Huang Rong couldn't help but fell off the horse, then crawled forward trembling, and knelt down in front of Feng Wuhen and Lan Xinyu.

"Sir!"

When Chu Xiong saw it, his complexion changed, and he couldn't help exclaiming, his expression was distorted, and he looked a little helpless.

He didn't expect that, as the future suzerain of the Desolate clan, he would be so weak, and he had already been terrified by Feng Wuhen's appearance.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have invaded the Lingdu Dynasty, let alone bring up the marriage again!"

"It's all my fault! Forgive me!"

Huang Rong knelt on the ground, trembling, kowtowed and said, already incoherent in fright.

Seeing this scene, Feng Wuhen frowned instead, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling blood-red knife light flashed!

Huang Rong, who was kneeling on the ground, was reduced to ashes and dissipated in the cold wind before he could even let out a scream!

"you...!"

Chu Xiong was shocked, his eyes widened in horror.

He originally thought that Feng Wuhen would show mercy after Shi Zi knelt down and begged for mercy so obediently, but he was wrong.

"I didn't say that after he knelt down, he would be spared."

Feng Wuhen looked at the shocked Chu Xiong, and said lightly.

After the words fell, Feng Wuhen waved his hand slowly.

Immediately afterwards, the tens of thousands of troops standing behind Feng Wuhen rushed out at the same time, beheaded the enemy in front of them instantly, and then rushed towards the distant battlefield.

Feng Wuhen looked at Chu Xiong who was trampled to death by the horse's hoof, twitched the corner of his mouth, and drove away with Lan Xinyu in his arms...

Chapter 361 The Capital of the Desolate Clan Shrouded in Despair

The capital of the Desolate Race.

night.

The army of the 20 Lingdu Dynasty is approaching the city!

The news of the death of Shizi Huangrong and the God of Protector Chu Xiong has spread throughout the capital, and the people in the city are in an uproar, running between the four city gates like headless chickens, planning to escape from this city without reinforcements. isolated city.

The desperation of dying hangs over every corner of the capital, and it seems that everyone has seen their own death.

From the joy and madness of the twenty cities of the Lingdu Dynasty, to now being chased and killed by the enemy for thousands of miles and besieged in this isolated city, people have experienced the transformation from heaven to hell.

No one could have imagined that the demise of the Desolate race would come so fast and so unstoppable.

The army of the Lingdu Dynasty has announced a deadline. Before tomorrow morning, all the young and middle-aged people in the city must line up to leave the city and surrender, otherwise the capital city will be bloodbathed, leaving no one behind!

No one wants to die, but if they don't surrender, not only will they die, but their wives, children, and children will completely disappear from this world.

Desperation and struggle hung over everyone.

A huge divine sculpture swept across the night sky, crossed the city wall, and finally hovered above the Imperial Palace in the capital.

A figure seemed to come from the nine heavens, and it lightly landed on the top of the palace. It stood with its hands behind its back, a long knife on its back, and stared coldly at everything under its feet.

Feng Wuhen!

"who?!"

Several guards who were still patrolling with strong willpower heard the movement, turned their heads and saw Feng Wuhen who suddenly appeared, and shouted in horror.

"Feng Wuhen."

Feng Wuhen looked at the biggest palace not far away, and said something casually.

"Ah?! Feng Wuhen! He is Feng Wuhen!"

"Run!"

"It's not good, Feng Wuhen is here! Feng Wuhen is here!"

Several guards who were already on the verge of collapse heard the words Feng Wuhen, and immediately lost their weapons in their hands like crazy, ran away with their heads in their hands, exclaimed and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and now the three characters Feng Wuhen represent the god of death!

Seeing this scene, Feng Wuhen shook his head disdainfully, such a desolate race is no longer qualified for him to take action himself.

But there was a question that kept lingering in his mind. He had to meet the desolate clan lord in person, hoping to solve the doubt in his heart.

Following the loud shouts of those guards, the entire palace was in chaos. People all forgot their duties and fled the palace one after another.

Feng Wuhen jumped down and walked towards the palace not far away, with a few steps, he had already reached the gate of the palace in a blink of an eye.

In the palace, an old man with a haggard face was sitting alone on the couch. The teacup on the table had long since dried up, but now there was no one to fill the cup for him, and most of the people in the palace had escaped.

The Sovereign of the Desolate Clan, Desolate Mu.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came, Huang Mu looked up slowly, and then saw Feng Wuhen with the Snow Wolf Saber on his back slowly walking into the hall.

Seeing Feng Wuhen, Huang Mu's eyes were as calm as water. I don't know if it's because I have an extremely strong heart, enough to make Mount Tai collapse in front of me and I can't move, or because I have seen through everything and figured out my own end.

"Under Feng Wuhen, it's been a long time."

Feng Wuhen clasped his fists together, with a sneer of contempt at the corner of his mouth, while talking, he stopped ten steps away from Huang Mu.

"If it wasn't for you, my Desolate race wouldn't have fallen to this point."

"But you are so cruel and merciless, one day Haotian will be furious, and someday he will take you in."

Huang Mu looked at Feng Wuhen, and said calmly, it didn't look like he was talking to an enemy who had a genocide with him, it was more like a chat between old friends.

Perhaps, he no longer has the courage to raise his arms and shout.

The army of the Lingdu Dynasty came all the way, and all the young and middle-aged men were killed wherever they passed. Lu Mu had already received the report, but he seemed to have no other choice but to despair.

"This is the desolate race's own fault. If you hadn't taken the initiative to provoke this war, maybe everything would be different."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

"One must have some ambitions to live, but I never thought that you would become a variable in all this. I shouldn't underestimate your existence in the first place."

"But it's too late to say anything now, there is only one thing to ask."

Huang Mu said with a wry smile, finally there was a change on his calm face.

"Speak, I will give you a chance to leave your last words."

Feng Wuhen nodded and said lightly.

"If I die, let other people in the city go, okay?"

Huang Mu looked at Feng Wuhen, and said word by word, never so seriously.

"You seem to be a good monarch."

Feng Wuhen smiled and said lightly.

"It's a pity that your life and death are no longer in your control from the moment I stepped into the wasteland, so you are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

Immediately afterwards, Feng Wuhen shook his head and said.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Huang Mu trembled all over, and lowered his head powerlessly, his face was full of despair.

The current him looks like an ordinary helpless old man, and he doesn't even have the aura of the desolate clan's suzerain.

"But if you can answer me a question, maybe I can think about it."

Feng Wuhen suddenly spoke again.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's voice, Huang Mu, who was already in complete despair, hastily raised his head, and looked at Feng Wuhen expectantly.

"you say!"

Feng Wuhen smiled, found a chair and sat down, took off the jug hanging from his waist, and took a sip with his head up.

Huang Mu stared at Feng Wuhen closely, his eyes full of anxious expectation.

"Eight years ago, the Huangzu invaded the border of the Lingdu Dynasty. Could it be that the Shenyu Tiangong was secretly manipulating it?"

Feng Wuhen opened his mouth lightly.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, a trace of panic flashed in Huang Mu's eyes.

"Yes."

Huang Mu answered straightforwardly, without any nonsense.

"Eight years later, is it true that Shenyu Tiangong also secretly intervened in this war?"

Feng Wuhen asked again.

"Yes!"

Huang Mu continued to answer directly.

"Your original accomplice was Lan Muling, but then they changed?"

Feng Wuhen continued to ask.

"Yes!"

Huang Mu still replied without thinking, but the look of horror on his face could no longer be described in words.

In his eyes, Feng Wuhen in front of him is like a ghost who sees everything!

"Is Lu Yuanyi from the Heavenly Palace of the God Realm?"

Feng Wuhen asked his last question.

"All right!"

Huang Mu looked at Feng Wuhen with a ashen face, and said in disbelief.

No more than five people knew about all of this, but Feng Wuhen guessed all of them correctly. He didn't know how to express his shock except to describe it as unbelievable.

"Okay, I already know everything I want to know, you can die, and I will agree to your request."

Feng Wuhen smiled with satisfaction, and said nonchalantly.

"With you here, even the Celestial Trail and the Heavenly Palace of the Divine Realm can no longer shake the Lingdu Dynasty. It seems that this is destiny."

Huang Mu smiled wryly, picked up the little teapot on the table, poured himself half a cup slowly, and then drank it down in one gulp.

A moment later, Huang Mu struggled and fell to the ground, bleeding to death from his seven orifices!

In the teacup, he had already put poison into it!The shame of the subjugation of the country, he has no face to live in the world anymore!

The reason why he waited until now was that he was waiting for Feng Wuhen, not for any other reason, but to ask Feng Wuhen to spare other people in the capital, and leave a little bit of dignity for the Desolate Clan.

Feng Wuhen glanced at Huang Mu who had fallen on the ground and died, smiled, raised his head and took another sip of wine, then sealed the wine pot and hung it on his waist again.

He had no intention of getting up and leaving.

"You could have stopped everything just now, but you didn't. Maybe you thought you could kill me and keep this secret in this hall forever."

Feng Wuhen suddenly raised his head to look at the door of the main hall, and said lightly, with a contemptuous sneer on the corner of his mouth.

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the hall, and then a middle-aged man in red walked into the hall slowly holding a magic talisman!

"Are you the God of Heaven?"

Feng Wuhen looked at the middle-aged man in red, and asked indifferently, his eyes had begun to flash with fighting intent.

He had already noticed that this person was outside the hall, but he did not expect that this person would not show up until now.

"I will kill you."

The middle-aged man in red stared at Feng Wuhen's eyes, expressionless, showing his white teeth, and said coldly, his eyes showed bloodthirsty desire.